Wrentham Rump Hash

Summary for:
Run #916, Nov 3,2003

Hare: Summer's Eve Seven Year B*tch B*tch B*tch B*tch B*tch B*tch B*tch.

Scribe: Swallows My Pride

Location: Taunton Ave Parking Lot, Wrentham State Forest, Wrentham, MA

Weather: Mid 50's, Partly Cloudy

Present: Oozing SD, Birdbrain, Dr WHO, Async, Bondo Jovi, WIPOS, Basket Boom Boom, Seamus.

Theme: None, unless Async wants to celebrate the 73rd anniversary of the conversion of the "Bank of Italy" to the "Bank of America".

The Run:


A counterclockwise loop, entirely uphill, designed to befuddle the elderly and decrepit (Basket) among us. First crossing Taunton Ave and north for 20 yards then east, uphill. Trail led then south and east, uphill approaching Rt 495 and curving east and north uphill into some shiggy which allowed WHO to baptize Oozing as well as to expedite the loss of Basket who short-cutted as usual to avoid getting his feet wet. Along the general path of the Warner Trail north, and uphill, the stream was crossed on a bridge, numerous zigzaging checks were negotiated and a cliff known as the "Pinnacle" was reached, only to find that there was NO BEER HERE (as well as to lose WIPOS who inexplicably joined Basket, shortcutting uphill to a "BN" on the west side of the forest and, finding no BN, frolicking through the woods with Basket and Seamus gaily for hours after all the others had had their beer and returned uphill to the parking lot and begun to circle but I digress). There were multiple uphill opportunities for Fuwangi to fall into mud and hidden swamps, but Fuwangi wasn't there so Dr WHO, Oozing and Birdbrain had to substitue and they did. They headed west uphill. They turned south uphill. Finally, a brief downhill segment led to the BN sign, then south to a stream, whence they went uphill, to the BC. Beer was had by all save Basket and WIPOS, who were climbing hills elsewhere in the forest. After a protracted stay at the BC, the hashers turned uphill north, all save Async missing the turn west to the cars, led by the nefarious and disoriented hare futher uphill into the wilderness until Dr WHO's probation ankle bracelet sounded a warning signal that he was passing out of his range limits and he directed the group back south and west uphill to the cars. Or whatever.

Ratings: A unanimous 69! Until Basket and WIPOS found their way back up the hill, resulting in an unfortunate downgrade to 6.9.

Hashit: Basket. No, SESYB. No, WIPOS. No, Basket.

On On On: Box Seats. No (closed at 9 PM because no one in Attleboro watches Monday Night Football in a sports bar), The Country Inn (whose Grand Opening was forever marked by the RIH3 (SEMaH3) as the only customers, and the last time anyone ever orders liver and onions there for crying out loud). $15 per, with 22 oz Bass.